One of the aspects I really enjoy about living near family is that they're always feeding me. It was especially fortuitous when I was waylaid with the nasty virus that's been going around and soup was just the thing to set me to rights. It's just, two different family members made me food on the same evening.
My oldest uncle's wife sent over a lovely wonton noodle soup. I ate some because it was pipping hot. But I was saving my belly because I knew that cousin Q was making...
...Mexican tortilla soup with lots of chipotle to clear up my sinuses. I added the avocado. :)
Is my family awesome or what?